Herscherik

The winter kingdom of Gracis celebrated a new year. The great hall of the castle in the king's capital of the great kingdom, painted white by snow, was patterned today with banquets attended by nobles and high officials from the royal family.

Once a year, this feast to celebrate the New Year, which takes place at the beginning of the year, is invited and celebrated not only by nobles and high-ranking officials, but also by their families. Everyone dresses, bickers, and enjoys a standing meal. A dance venue was also set up, with leading musicians playing popular music and gentlemen and ladies dancing gracefully.

There was one child sitting in a chair in the corner of the hall looking at such a busy venue. He is a beautiful boy with pale blonde hair that gathers spring sunshine, bright eyes that remind him of new greenery, white and finely manipulated skin, and who is likely to mistake it for a girl.

The child, who was seven years old in a few months, was fed up with a smile on his face. He appropriately deals with nobles and high-ranking officials who come to greet him as if he remembered sometimes, and appropriately adorns his parents' accompanying sons and courtiers, and looks around the venue.

(annoying………)

How many times will that grunt in my heart also be? But it is the sacrificial art that comes from the living experience before that which gives no expression whatsoever.

His name is Hershelik Gracis. He is the seventh prince at the end of the kingdom of the great power Gracis, and those close to him call him Hershey.

He used to have another name for that. She was a nerd but mediocre and normal working as a clerk in a certain listed company, taller and of a different gender than she is now. His name is Ryoko Hayakawa. Hershelik's previous life ended with a car accident the day before his thirty-fifth birthday.

Hershelik has the memory of Ryoko Hayakawa in his previous life, his body was reincarnated into this world of swords and magic with the unfortunate specification of an Orthodox prince with blonde hair and an Alasar geek woman in it.

Once again, the royalty and the lower nobles who want to be close to you have come to greet him, so he adorns him with sales smiles, while being foolish inside.

(Well, is it better than being exaggerated by your boss?

Hershelik remembers before he was born.

The boss likes to pour more than to be poured. He goes around his men's seats at New Year's Eve parties, welcome parties, and pours alcoholic beverages for people who are okay with alcohol, and non-alcoholic drinks for those who are not comfortable. The newcomer who did that gets very frightened, but the person is normal. For that reason, I was the boss who said I would pour it before it was poured. I also remember feeling awkward in my previous life. Compared to that awkwardness, it's easy to smile at people who come near you.

Hershelik remembers the nostalgic past and has an unexpected tingle and a zero grin. The person next door, who was waiting to follow him like that, peered into his face.

"Hershey, what's wrong?

With a whisper he could not hear except Hershelik, he spoke.

The first thing that popped into Hershelik's eyes was hair reminiscent of a bright sunset. Hair long enough not to be on the shoulders of a color mixed with gold like a mesh in orange is usually unwrought and tied together in one at the back of the head, but is now carefully wrapped in a fine ribbon with a section. He was a young man with a slightly drooling blue ball-like eyes on his neat face, creating a mild atmosphere.

His name is Octavian Ordis. A former general representing the Kingdom of Gracis, the third son of the Roland Ordis climate, known as the General of Fiery and feared by other nations, and the lead knight of Hershelik, he is called Orange or Oran by Hershelik.

"Nothing, Oran. I just remembered laughing.

"I hope so... if anything happens, can I tell you?

Yes, Oran says, stretching his posture next to Hershelik. Oran today was also dressed like all the other nobles and high officials. That said, it's never gorgeous. The embroidered blue costume looked skinny compared to the tall and slightly other knights, but it looked great on him with a trained body. However, there is a sword on his waist that is not worthy of his clothes or the occasion, and is not decorated in any way. It was proof that it was a sword he had always used for many years and that he, the lead knight, was the only one who could bring weapons to the occasion besides the knight in charge of protection.

"I know. More than that, Oran, you almost finished greeting the people I missed, didn't you?

Yes, Hershelik says and looks around. Several noblemen, high-ranking officials, were watching this one, but when Hershelik and I met each other, we rushed out of sight. Hershelik smiles satisfactorily at the look.

"Yeah, exactly.

Oran also snorts and runs his gaze around him. Just like Hershelik, the person stared at by Oran strayed from sight. Shadows appear behind them like that.

"Back.

"Welcome home, Cro.

A voice comes from behind Hershelik. If he were another human being, he would have jumped up surprised if he had been called from behind without a sign, but the prince and his knight did not faint with what he was accustomed to and of course he did not look back on the person...... he welcomed Schwartz Kuro, Hershelik's lead butler.

Called Chro by Hershelik, the young man was a shadowy figure in the atmosphere, with eyes that reminded him of dark red balls in glossy dark hair, and a body that was different from a forged orang. Hershelik expects that there will be more than one dark vessel planted underneath the clothing, although it is still wrapped up in black based clothing worthy of a butler today. He is a former awesome snitch, and it's the same normal thing to keep buttons, such as hiding a weapon. A shadowy atmosphere from past backgrounds is popular with Mysterious and Women.

By the way, Oran is popular for a gentle atmosphere and for being as gentle as a knight's mirror. It's like the sun and the moon.

"It's late, black dog.

"Shut your mouth, bad knight.

We both keep our expressions to ourselves, and Hershelik leaks a bitter laugh at the way they look. It's been a year and six months since they met. Two light mouths of this magnitude were everyday tea meals, and I got used to this being their way of communicating. From the side, we seem unfriendly, but we also seem to recognize each other's strengths and trust each other. I wouldn't tell you if your mouth ripped when you just trusted each other.

"Good day, Cro. How'd it go?

Hershelik pinches his mouth because it seemed like another verbal fight would start if he stayed this way.

"I checked the whole thing. They all seem to keep their promises.

"Yes, I would have liked that.

Satisfied with Cro's response, Hershelik looks like a child with superb treats in front of him. It is an innocent child's smile from someone who doesn't know the circumstances, but it is an evil grin when they know the circumstances.

"I don't have to do anything painful either.

Hershelik shrugged so, stroking his chest down like he was slightly playful.

He remembers the past year and a half.

After the drug and the orphanage incident, there was nothing. It was creepy to do too much. Neither a group of ministers had any contact from the Church side, which was believed to have been involved in the drug case.

(Quiet before the storm, I just think.

Around a month went by without a thing, Hershelik decided to take action.

(If you go to a tiger hole, you don't get a tiger child.

"Sorry, both of you. I'll get involved."

Hershelik, who so declared to the leaders, began to act.

If you hear that there are people in trouble west of you to offer the heads, you fly away and reach out for help, and if there are nobles in the east who dye their hands for evil, you smile and hunt them down with evidence. With Silver Komi's pocket watch instead of the cage in his hand, he took his two bellies and asked them to align themselves a little with his brother and the lead knight's home, and began to rebuild them as if they were some epoch play of his previous life.

"It's not too late for them to move out. Then I'll make him blind enough to want to set him up.

Hershelik smiled badly and said so to his bellies. Even though what you're doing is never a bad thing, it's the heads who somehow thought the villain would look good on you but didn't put it in your mouth.

"You can help people, and you're two birds a stone. And…………………………………………."

It was Marx, the first prince, who stood on the arrow in the drug case. In other words, for those involved, the apparently most dangerous person is Marx. He was aware of the danger and stood on the arrow, and the first prince, with a strong back shield, was less dangerous than Hershelik. But just because it's low doesn't change the danger. Hershelik tried to spread the danger by coming forward, too.

Hershelik scolded Marx once for that.

"Brother Mark, I also care about my brother. How much back shield would you do if the enemy stopped thinking about it? Besides, your brother's a first prince, so you can't act casually, can you?

On the contrary, the result was that Hershelik would teach Marx.

So the appearance is a prince at the end of moderation. Behind you, take your offering. On the road. Honmaru doesn't get his tail out, but he hasn't been hit all this time either. The aristocrats who hold their weaknesses threaten not to defy them, let them do their rightful work, and keep their mouths shut about themselves. I urge the people who helped me not to tell anyone who I am. Even if you don't know who Hershelik is, the enemy who knows who Hershelik is, if you know what he is, will see Hershelik doing this inexplicable act. That is Hershelik's Tiger Hole. If you enter the Tiger Hole, you will not gain a Tiger Child and the Operation is abbreviated as Operation Tiger Hole. Operation Tiger Hole was proceeding secretly.

And today, this feast, which was attended by the threatening nobles and high-ranking officials, was excellent for the Hersheliks and was the worst opportunity for the other nobles. Hershelik makes sure that the threat is working, while at the same time making another threat. When I say threat, it doesn't sound good, but it would be a fine threat for the side being made.

I said to them frightened, "How are you?" Just say it in the sales smile they have cultivated over the years, and they feel pressure on their own to cool their liver. Because some people were too afraid to come near me, they went to the clock to confirm it. Crowe came back at this venue, where a large number of people praised him. He must have snuck up on me because it was about him.

Hershelik sees the two he refrains from on his side.

They carried out Operation Tiger Hole perfectly for me.

(You're really good enough that neither Crowe nor Oran are physically fit for you.

Hershelik leaks a sigh of pity as he finds himself relying on two too good.

Cro is such an awesome detective with an alias' Shadow Fang 'in the back. Combat ability, as well as intelligence-gathering ability, is picky.

Oran should also be the son of a former general, everything about martial arts is overwhelming the others. The handling of weapons such as spears as well as swords is also highly capable of equestrian and tactical skills.

Hershelik, the Lord of two such talented people. He was normal, or nothing.

The commonly reincarnated protagonist correction in the novel is wiped out. The athletic ability is subpar to the crowd, the sense of combat is devastating, there is no magic in itself, and there is no special ability such as this, only the title of the seventh prince, knowledge and experience from previous life, and appearance more neat than the average person. Even the appearance that can be said to be its only handle is to such an extent that it becomes sumptuous among the brothers.

"Hershey? Are you in a bad mood?

Suddenly I speak to Hershelik, who shut up, worried about Khlo. Hershelik shook his head to the side when he returned to me.

"Yeah, it's nothing. Then I'm done with my errands and it's too late. Shall we go back?

When I opened the silver Komi pocket watch I took out of my pocket, time had already gone around eight o'clock at night. Normally, I was still a kid, so I pulled into my room an hour ago, but I stayed up a lot because I threatened not to say hello to you all today.

"Kids don't have time for bed anymore.

To Hershelik, who purposefully says, the bellies blow out. We both know Hershelik is not as helpless a child as he looks. But I also knew Hershelik would often use it conveniently as a child.

"Chro, I'm sorry, but contact Mr. Luke. Because my father would worry if he disappeared suddenly. Tell Mr. Luke there's no problem, is there?

That's what I said. One shadow approached Hershelik getting out of the chair.

"Your Highness! Your Highness Hershelik!

An aristocratic man rushed over to pull Hershelik, who tried to return to the room.